Sidestreamer
24-04-2005, 01:49
Sitting at the Emperor's work office inside the Shrine of the Altogether, Emperor Maximus IV contacts UN Delegate Welsh, Delegate for the Militaristic Legions and Plans and Ambassador to the UN for the Empire. He dials a direct line to Welsh's office.
Welsh: Emperor!
Maximus IV: Just wondering if you got a hold of the Ambassador from Akulan Vengeance...
Welsh: Haven't heard from him.
Maximus IV: What about the ambassador from Goods Homing--
Welsh: (chuckling) The day he responds to any of our communications... that would be the Apocalypse.. oh, speaking of which, Al-Pocalypse never responded either, don't ask. In fact, no one gave their vote on the UN discrimination accord except Fo Shizzle, who voted by departing the UN and departing the Legions.
Maximus IV: Why am I not surprised. You know what I don't get Welsh--
Welsh: What is my job?
Maximus IV: I like you! We're always on the same wavelength! Yeah, what is your job? Or rather, how can you act as the UN delegate for the Militaristic Legions and Plans, when they never communicate with us? What are we doing?
Welsh: (after a brief pause, breathing into the phone) Not representing the mute, are we?
Maximus IV: No, we're not.... I've made my decision. You will remain our ambassador to the UN, but we can no longer stay with the Legions. We have single-handedly acted as recruiter, UN advocate, guardian, defender, advocate, interior secretary, secretary of state and treasurer, and meanwhile the Vice Commander just sits here, doing absolutely nothing to encourage the development and conduct of the Legions, and as Foreign Minister, we have to submit to the whims of this guy?
(Minister of Foreign Affairs to the Militaristic Legions and Plans, Archbishop Perthil, walks into the office during this conversation, raptly listening:)
Maximus IV: We may be delegates, but without input, we are worthless. It's time we left. I'll arrange a conference tommorow and propose our secession from the Militaristic Legions and Plans.
Welsh: I read. I'll meet you tomorrow... (hangs up)
Perthil: I was just going to announce my resignation! Was getting fed up with being ignored by that fat fuck Draxnir anyway...
Maximus IV: (looks up from his chair) Well... so was I. So was I... but fatty's old news....
Perthil: ... well, I'm off to get myself a lager!
Maximus IV: It's on me!
(Both leave the Shrine for the Grimy Bench)
Welsh: Emperor!
Maximus IV: Just wondering if you got a hold of the Ambassador from Akulan Vengeance...
Welsh: Haven't heard from him.
Maximus IV: What about the ambassador from Goods Homing--
Welsh: (chuckling) The day he responds to any of our communications... that would be the Apocalypse.. oh, speaking of which, Al-Pocalypse never responded either, don't ask. In fact, no one gave their vote on the UN discrimination accord except Fo Shizzle, who voted by departing the UN and departing the Legions.
Maximus IV: Why am I not surprised. You know what I don't get Welsh--
Welsh: What is my job?
Maximus IV: I like you! We're always on the same wavelength! Yeah, what is your job? Or rather, how can you act as the UN delegate for the Militaristic Legions and Plans, when they never communicate with us? What are we doing?
Welsh: (after a brief pause, breathing into the phone) Not representing the mute, are we?
Maximus IV: No, we're not.... I've made my decision. You will remain our ambassador to the UN, but we can no longer stay with the Legions. We have single-handedly acted as recruiter, UN advocate, guardian, defender, advocate, interior secretary, secretary of state and treasurer, and meanwhile the Vice Commander just sits here, doing absolutely nothing to encourage the development and conduct of the Legions, and as Foreign Minister, we have to submit to the whims of this guy?
(Minister of Foreign Affairs to the Militaristic Legions and Plans, Archbishop Perthil, walks into the office during this conversation, raptly listening:)
Maximus IV: We may be delegates, but without input, we are worthless. It's time we left. I'll arrange a conference tommorow and propose our secession from the Militaristic Legions and Plans.
Welsh: I read. I'll meet you tomorrow... (hangs up)
Perthil: I was just going to announce my resignation! Was getting fed up with being ignored by that fat fuck Draxnir anyway...
Maximus IV: (looks up from his chair) Well... so was I. So was I... but fatty's old news....
Perthil: ... well, I'm off to get myself a lager!
Maximus IV: It's on me!
(Both leave the Shrine for the Grimy Bench)